HB
In my head a narration
when not busy at my tasks.
My fellow speaks with an authority unchecked as to gist, as to aim.
But checked, corrected or not
a crowd gathers
narration reflection correction correction.
Old turns of words
phrased in the oldest language
personally learned
like wheresoever and verily unto thee
sentry inanity calamity darkness and cold.
Heard narrator mention language.
You reached and got it.
No star hotter brighter bigger
than the nearest
no point to being unfocused
gather you've been gathered
listen then it said.
Got older got closer
to the know nothing know it all
ringing bells pulling strings
the living Me I'm living in.
Said stand down
when reached to nudge-bump
the archer timed-release
Hush now, when speaking mean
And a new third sidled up to me
inside my insides
when after all these years
of eating too much
and caring enough to not rage to death
he told me all to back off
and reached out and said.
Aren't you Herman Fulboyle?
You kind of look like him.
On second thought I think you're not
Don't mind my reminding.
Right and proper way to be
doubt yourself and trust in Me
a marvel held for the duration
I only know,
began before I can remember
and will end now sooner than later
Sixty five years on.
Unless, who knows? Unless.
No one really thinks
they'll live forever do they?
Folly surely and kept up and kept at
the adverbs chipped away
until the fact you began
will always be enough.
You have always been here,
full of yourself bursting at the seams
to the generation capping all there is, stretching the cosmos,
calling it common.
The view ahead doesn't face tomorrow
I think a gorilla once signed.
The finished past laid out before him
the future dark, behind.